Nowadays, stress is an integral part of modern life, and we face it every day. While anyone can be affected, people perceive and respond to it differently. It’s a highly individual experience, and much also depends on the type of stress involved.
This Poem for Beltaine invites us to open ourselves to infinite love, a love that is present without conditions and embraces every being living on this planet and beyond. Open the window wide, listen to the beautiful nature, and read the living story of our world.
Today, when we wish to live a meaningful life guided by our values and hearts, rather than by others’ expectations, we seek ways to make it happen — and for that, we need our own space, both inner and outer.
This Spring Poem invites us to reconnect with a world
we have long belonged to but, amid many worries, forgotten,
offering a gentle balm for the soul as you sit, light a candle,
and read the living story of our realm.
When we look at life through the eyes of the dying, those touched by loss, or those who have faced death itself, we do not see society’s expectations - we see sincerity. We see meaning.
A true approach to life shouldn’t be lost in daily life; it should be what grounds it.
I’m sharing this collection of poems, in the hope that it will help more people connect with the natural cycles of life and nature. I truly believe it will bring you joy and inspiration too.
Maybe it was just the autumn blues, or perhaps I was simply heartbroken over my furry friend, or I overworked myself, but I felt completely blocked. Have you ever felt this way in the fall?
Let us allow ourselves to grieve. Our brains are wired to process grief; it is a biological necessity. Whether it is the loss of a loved human being, a beloved horse with whom we shared years of connection, a faithful dog who walked every step beside us with love, or a kitten who purred in our lap - each loss is unique, yet all of us feel it deeply in our hearts.
Offline, just eating, drinking, sleeping, watching nature and animals, and walking barefoot on the beach, even into the cold sea. That was all my days held, nothing more. And they were such beautiful days.